595 Frightened

Kieran was certain the man before him knew of him but there wasn't any memory in his mind of contacting him before this.

He had quite the confidence in his memory though.

Maybe he did see a lot of natives throughout his dungeon runs but a native with a broken thumb and index finger would make quite an impression in Kieran's mind.

A person like him would be utterly useless in the dungeon world since he relied solely on sharp weapons yet the man displayed himself as a skillful swordsman even with remaining three fingers on his right hand. In addition, his strength was even stronger than the others despite his fingers.

Kieran would never forget such a native if he met one before.

"The Devil!" Broken Finger cried out loud.

The fear that felt so real shook his sanity and he crumbled instantly.

Then, Broken Finger swung the curve scimitar right across his neck.

Puk!